After the Grand Canyon, we drove straight home. But first we stopped in hell for dinner.This was in Needles, CA, the first city in CA on highway 40, which is the old Route 66. For the life of me, I cannot understand why anyone would choose to live here. Unless they're in the air-conditioning business.
We sweated through dinner, as it was a balmy 90 degrees inside the restaurant. The air-conditioner was working, it had just reached its maximum cool down threshold.
Are we there yet? We're hot and hungry and thirsty and tired and bored and cold.
The rest of the drive was forgettable. We were so glad to be home. I almost kissed our carpet. Home, with all of its stained carpets and broken closet doors, never looked so good.
It took me a few days to unpack and clear everything out of the car. Actually, I'm still working on it. Just a few more loads of laundry, and I should be done.
Who am I kidding, the laundry is never done.
What a trip. It was...intense. The long drive, our suffering from our colds, the beauty of every single state we drove through except for Nevada, the 24/7 time we spent together in close quarters...it was all intense.
Is intense good? I'm still figuring that out. But first I have to do another load of laundry.